Farming in the Immortal Mansion

Little Pomegranate thought that the corpse chief mentioned by the Mud Gourd Vine Demon was so majestic and domineering, and the burly and strong man it painted was also really mighty.

But the figure rising from the mire was so drunk that it looked completely different from the one painted by Ni Hulu.

Ye Ling asked: "Are you the corpse boss? You are obviously a drunkard!"

The drunk man burped and said with a smile: "You can also call me Drunk Taoist Friend. When I was alive, I loved making good friends. I was half drunk in the swamp today and I met you. I was very happy. ! Especially the puppet next to you looks very extraordinary. How about giving it to me and refining it?"

Speaking of this, the drunken man's slanted drunken eyes flashed with deep greed, and there were undercurrents surging in the mire, constantly gathering here!

Ye Ling's consciousness glanced at his turtle shell mount, with a strange look on his face, and it looked very strong in defense. Knowing that this drunken corpse chief was cautious by nature, he first sent out a blue-eyed golden toad to test his strength, and waited until the ancient barbarian puppet came out. , and then he was willing to show up.

Moreover, he has been practicing deep in the swamp all year round, and has refined many puppets. Now the undercurrent in the swamp is surging, and it is obvious that the drunkards are dividing their troops, forming a semi-surrounded situation.

Ye Ling sneered: "What a strong tone, Your Majesty! I know that you are unique in making puppets. A mere ninth-level blue-eyed golden toad can actually withstand the burning of my magic flame. But just based on this, You have the nerve to ask me for a puppet? Are you afraid that Feng Da will flash your tongue?"

Little Pomegranate also said: "Sir, this drunkard is talking nonsense. I'm afraid he is still drunk and talking nonsense. He should be severely punished!"

Ye Ling nodded and stuffed the little white fox that had turned into a small pomegranate into the spirit beast bag: "Stay well so as not to be smelt by his alcohol."

Little Pomegranate saw that the young master had murderous intentions and was bound to have a fight with the drunkard. This was not something she could participate in. She quickly responded obediently: "Well, young master, be careful!"

The drunkard said nonchalantly: "You should know how powerful ghost cultivators are. The word "ghost cultivator" is enough to make ordinary cultivators frightened! Besides, this is my territory. You can come and leave whenever you want. I advise fellow Taoist. See, hand over the Nascent Soul Puppet quickly! Otherwise, not only will your puppet be saved, but I will also be confident of refining you into a new Nascent Soul Puppet!"

As he spoke, the drunkard smashed the wine jar with a bang, and the smell of alcohol seeped into the mire. Many puppets gathered in the swamp appeared, emerging from the mire one by one. There were animal bone puppets and dead skeletons, all with their teeth and claws dancing. Rushing towards Ye Ling!

If facing other Nascent Soul cultivators, Ye Ling still has some scruples and does not know their depth. However, facing the ghost cultivators and his many puppets, they look menacing, but in Ye Ling's eyes, they are nothing more than that!

There was a loud bang!

Ye Ling used the Soul Bell, and the sound of the bell echoed with ripples of deathly energy, immediately causing the drunkard to fall into a state of paralysis.

All the drunkard's puppets lost control at this moment, and they were as motionless as clay and wood sculptures.

"Capture the soul, take it away!"

Ye Ling presented the Water Mansion Scroll Demon Sealing Picture, and with a command, the souls in the world and the world in the painting immediately became energetic!

There is no need for Ye Ling to consume mana, the vast suction power directly absorbs the drunkard's soul into it!

There was an ink figure on the water scroll, and the body of the drunkard fell heavily into the mud.